I'm a breast cancer victim. I went to a couple of the symposiums in San Antonio. The most disgusting part of the program was the cost-benefit-analysis section. After attending cancer-discussion groups, I found that more people suffered from the treatments than from the cancer. And, for the most part, the life was not greatly prolonged and patients spent the last days being sick from the treatment. / So, I'm still alive after 8 years. Probably because I begged my French surgeon (translation) to remove it all because I considered it contaminated flesh. With those outrageously expensive toxic cocktails that were injected into my veins (in the U.S.), losing my hair was the tip of the iceberg. / When I was a child, I read Buck Rogers comics. I "knew" that space flight was strictly science fiction and a cancer cure was just around the corner. We put a man on the moon over 40 years ago! Where's the cure? // Jean Clelland-Morin

The thing that bothers me most: for generations, people have donated millions and millions of dollars for cancer research. I would assume that some of these people had little to give, but they gave anyway, so researchers (arguably this includes researchers related to drug manufacturers) could find cures. That those people gave doesn't appear to have offset the prices... prices that drug companies routinely justify by playing the continuing research and development "card."

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